In the bathroom,

Cassandra helps

remove the white

and red bandages.

The crimson liquid

has dried up and

the burning is no

more.

I wonder how I

acquired these

wounds.

I watch as Cassandra

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gets the shower going,

there's a sink, closet

door and also no

mirror.

"Isn't there supposed

to be a mirror at the

sink?" I asked.

Cassandra turns away from

the shower, looking at me

with a bit of shock,

"Er…well in this bathroom

there's no mirror."

Before I can say anything

else, Cassandra leaves

the bathroom.

I frown slightly and remove

my clothes, stepping into

the shower.

The water is very warm

and feels so foreign as

it falls and touches all

over my bareskin.